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Bodhi nodded frantically and shifted his hips, restless and needy, so Caleb wasted no more time sinking back down and taking Bodhi into his mouth. He closed his eyes again and took his time feeling each twitch and tremor until Bodhi’s dick began to pulse with his impending release.
Under his hand, Caleb felt more vibrations and he knew Bodhi was shouting.
And then, after a beat, he was spilling.
Caleb managed to swallow most of it, and quickly swiped away the rest with his hand, smearing it onto the sheets. And,oh, he was hard again, God help him.
He was so hard he was going toburst.
He surged up on one arm and took Bodhi’s chin between his fingers to grab his attention. “Can I come on you again?”
Bodhi’s face went a rich, ruddy scarlet as he nodded almost frantically. His hands, which were far steadier than Caleb’s, moved between them and he got both around Caleb’s dick just a fraction too tight. It was too much, so Caleb reached down and pulled one away.
‘Easy,’ he mouthed.
Bodhi seemed to understand. His enthusiasm tempered into something more careful, his grip going loose exactly the way Caleb liked. But he didn’t stroke. He just sat there holding Caleb against his palm with an expectant expression on his face.
It only took Caleb’s fuck-fogged brain a second to figure out what Bodhi wanted, and he rocked his hips forward. Bodhi’s body rumbled with a groan Caleb could feel across his overheated skin. He rocked his hips again and again, chasing the impending crash.
It wouldn’t take long. He was so damn close.
More than anything, he wanted to keep his eyes open. He wanted to see the look on Bodhi’s face when Caleb spilled all over his limp dick, but it was impossible. His shoulders hunched as his breath caught in his chest, and he had a feeling he was probably shouting loud enough for the neighbors to hear as he let go.
It was so much more intense the second time, even if the orgasm itself was dulled by the previous one.
And somewhere, in the midst of the crash, he felt Bodhi’s arms come around him, pulling him flush against his body. The pressure on his softening cock was damn-near bliss as he rocked his hips in the aftershocks, tendrils of pleasure curling up his spine as his breathing started to calm down.
His heart was hammering against his chest as he became aware of the wetness between them, and he knew how uncomfortable that made Bodhi feel. But when he tried to pull away so he could clean them up, Bodhi’s arms tightened, and his chest rumbled again with some sort of protest.
Caleb laughed as he pushed up onto his elbows as best he could, raising both brows at his lover.
‘Stay,’ Bodhi mouthed.
Caleb kissed him and kissed him until he felt Bodhi start to squirm in the way he did when sensation was becoming too much. This time, when he rolled to the side, Bodhi let him go, and Caleb quickly stood and hurried to the bathroom to get a wet cloth.
He let the water run warm for a moment, then came back to find Bodhi staring down at the streaks of come on his stomach, hair, and his dick. Caleb watched him for a moment, then walked to the bed and sat.
Bodhi startled, glancing up with wide, embarrassed eyes. “Sorry.”
Caleb didn’t correct him this time. He just gently swiped at him until Bodhi’s skin and coarse hair were gleaming with sink water instead of semen. Dropping the towel near the little trash bin, Caleb pulled his legs up onto the bed and shifted slightly sideways.
“How do you feel?”
Bodhi bit his lip, his brows furrowed in thought. “Tired.”
Caleb tried not to laugh at the literal answer. “And emotionally?”
Cheeks going red again, Bodhi flopped back down and put his hands over his face for a long second. When he dropped them, his smile was slightly crooked and a little sheepish. “Sorry. I thought you meant…” He waved his hand up and down his body.
Caleb reached for him, tracing a touch from sternum to navel, watching as Bodhi shuddered. “I meant that too.”
Bodhi licked his lips twice, then shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t think I’ll be able to process it until tomorrow.”
“Do you think you’ll regret it?” Caleb asked. He felt a sudden spike of fear. What if Bodhi hated it? What if Caleb had been all wrong for him? What if—
“No. Never,” Bodhi told him. He reached out and grabbed Caleb’s wrist, pulling his hand close to kiss his palm. A calm settled over him as Bodhi traced the lines on his knuckles before letting him go. “I’ve wanted that for so long, and you were amazing. But it was my first time, and it was a lot. I need to process it.”
Caleb wasn’t sure he felt entirely better, but he felt better enough to slide beneath the covers and curl his body around Bodhi’s. His heart was still beating faster than usual, but he felt calmer and more grounded than he had in…hell. In years.
